Chapter 46 – Initiation
It seems like I slept soundly for the first time in a while.
However, a different scenery came into my eyes, but the memory of yesterday came back soon.
Eating, drinking…
You fell asleep in this house.
Even if the relationship with Seria has progressed a little, isn’t this already a bit like that?
She sat halfway on the bed thinking about those things.
No matter how polite he was or how he behaved, he could not overcome the feeling of comfort.
Could she have come to a compromise with reality?
I don’t know. Now I have a strong feeling that good is good.
She was just sitting there, and her lower body felt strangely sore.
I don’t think I’ve ever had to use my lower body, but I felt as if something had pressed me down for a long time.
Who came?
But the problem is, what kind of tall man will break into the guest room at the Fellowes Mansion?
It seemed better to dismiss it as just a random thought that came from being unfamiliar with it.
Looking at the clock, I woke up too early.
I thought I had a good night’s sleep, but I wonder if this was a condition where fatigue really piled up in my body.
I wouldn’t be able to say goodbye even if I left now, so I just decided to go back to bed.
Think back to yesterday’s events.
During the meal, nothing really happened.
Just polite words and greetings.
And Seria’s eyes.
It would have been normal to think of it as general jealousy, but the object was a little strange.
Her sister.
I knew that her sister was somehow on the dark side of Seria, but
To me, Carolyn didn’t seem to be ignoring her very much.
It just seemed that the atmosphere in her home had made her that way.
A family that demands perfection.
The first that meets that criterion.
However, the second one is not satisfied.
Originally, it would be right to embrace both, but the past was not.
But there was nothing I could do there.
All I could think about was whether I could embrace the darkness.
So far, she still looked bright, so I thought it would be great if she stayed like this.
While I was watching the light cross the horizon and come to me, I suddenly remembered what Gazoo had said.
Seria helped me get into the hospital.
I really appreciated that.
Perhaps one of the two women the doctor had spoken to was Seria.
As I don’t remember that time well, I could only say thank you for now.
I thought I should do it when I met a little bit.
I don’t know how she found me because she happened to be there, but it was me who said she owed her life to her.
But really, how could he have met me then and there?
At that time, I would have already been unconscious of her, so in reality, I would have encountered her, not me.
Knowing that the relationship between the two was not so good, I was just worried that they hadn’t fought.
Thinking about this, I wanted to do something.
It’s already past.
And it’s something that won’t come back again.
It was the sound of a knock on the door that took away the depressed mood.
“Are you awake?”
She seemed like a maid.
“Yes.”
“The meal is ready, would you like to have it?”
With that said, I heard the sound of people leaving.
It was time for me, too, to get out of bed.
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Although it was a weekend, it was surprisingly only the two of Seria and I who ate.
She asked her and she said everyone of her went somewhere for their own reasons.
A situation where only the two of them are sitting and eating in a large hall.
Yesterday, there seemed to be someone waiting nearby, but there was no one today.
Is it because it’s the weekend or is it a scene that indirectly shows the treatment in her house?
Oddly enough, they couldn’t speak to each other.
I don’t know if I’m thinking the same thing or if I’m thinking something completely different.
“Teacher.”
It was she who broke her silence.
“Huh.”
Since no one was there, the title changed to just the two of them.
“Yesterday…”
It was yesterday
A lot happened yesterday, what do you want to say?
“What did you talk about with my father?”
It could have been a little rude, depending on the person.
Conversations are completely personal.
However, I decided to just tell you what I said yesterday because there was nothing I shouldn’t say anywhere.
“There weren’t many.”
“A story about the thesis and a story about coming under me.”
And
“The story of how you ran around when I was hospitalized before.”
Her expression hardened as she thought of that time.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t been able to say thank you since then.”
“Thank you.”
She looked shocked, as if she hadn’t expected to hear me say this.
I am also a person who knows how to say thank you for being thankful, so why do I see it that way?
Surprise soon changed her impressed expression, and she began to watch me without a word.
“It’s rewarding to run hard.”
As if the expression she had just a moment ago was a lie, she started laughing.
Since then, she has explained many things.
He said that his thesis would pass smoothly and that he would graduate sooner or later.
He even said that tutoring would be over once he graduated.
It was a sense of exasperation.
When did you quit at first, when did you fight, and now you are seeing the end before you know it.
I hope my life also settles down smoothly on its own track.
May there be no more losses.
With that thought in mind, she finished her meal.
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She felt fear for the first time since he left.
The object of that fear was her fear that breaking up with him could become a reality.
The fact that her truth, which she had so well wrapped up, could see the light of day in her world last night made her uneasy.
It’s the truth, I could fold it up somehow and put it in the depths, but the moment he realizes the truth
Because he couldn’t help himself either.
So she decided to risk a little rudeness and ask him directly.
Stories from last night.
As he said, there was no problem with the thesis and the stories added there.
This is because the thesis was close to a kind of means, not the core.
The problem was the last words her father said yesterday.
It didn’t matter that he knew her relationship with her teacher.
Because from the beginning, this strange partnership came from that.
However, that day.
The day she lost consciousness after being wounded by the knife of that fox who would not be happy even if her own precious teacher was torn to death.
In the frantic situation, he could not clearly remember his surroundings.
The fact that a person who was said to be his lover pushed a knife at him was also a shock, so his memory of that time was not intact.
The problem was that the memory was not perfect, not that the memory itself was incomplete.
He also knew what had happened to him.
He was smart enough to infer what was going on, given a few facts.
And last night his father had given him the knife.
A knife that could remove an eyepatch from one’s own eyes.
But maybe he didn’t tell me exactly what had happened, he just said thank you.
A thank you note from the teacher.
She was the one that made her heart beat just for that fact
At the same time, she was in a state of confusion about which beat to match in a situation where she could fall into her abyss.
She had already drawn a long blueprint of her marriage in her head, so she couldn’t accept that the paper was torn at this point.
There have already been a few cases where I was lucky enough to pass it, but if it was possible to somehow pass it even if it was only then that I was caught,
Because, in this case, there really was a possibility that everything would end.
She assured her twice that she would not make this mistake again, and she had a reason to meet her own father today.
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Contrary to Seria’s case, who was trying to somehow put the pieces of her together, Carolyn was trying to put the pieces together somehow.
She is, of course, she is herself. She may not have imagined that she was doing such a thing, but from Seria’s point of view, it was clearly something to be wary of.
It’s just that she didn’t know what her own sister was doing.
She was walking down an alley in District 4.
It was a place I never would have imagined would happen in my lifetime.
Maybe that’s why she was looking for her destination by asking passers-by about the geography.
After a few questions, she found her own destination.
Climbing the stairs and standing in front of a door, she knocked on her door quietly but distinctly.
A voice came from inside.
“Who are you?”
“Are you Mr. Eurelia?”
“That’s right.”
“I have something to say, but it’s strange to talk like this, so can we talk face-to-face for a moment?”
A method of speech that is polite but ensures that the goal is achieved.
Even if you say it was carved into her bones, her unreasonable repetition made her this way.
The door opened and soon a woman appeared.
However, the guard still did not open the door completely.
There was a thin chain hanging over it to prevent the sudden opening of the door.
“It’s nothing different, and I’m looking into something these days, and Mr. Eurelia is involved in it.”
“What’s going on?”
She was the one who couldn’t think of what to explain.
When she said that she had a personal question and she thought it had something to do with you, she was just crazy.
As she couldn’t speak for her, the other person soon tried to shut the door.
“If it’s not a big deal, please leave.”
The door, which had been closing with a sound, stopped moving with a dull sound.
The figure was a situation where hands were stretched out from both sides with one door in between.
And she made a bombshell of sorts.
But the person who said it wouldn’t understand it.
“Are you interested in something related to Edward Weiss?”
